La Forchetta is a lovely, unassuming place right near to Smithfields market, not far from Farringdon tube.
A simple, effective ebcb. Lots of crispy chips which is always nice as you can use them to spear a bit of bacon and pretend you're a caveman. Or is that too ill-mannered? There's a kind of crescent yoke effect going on, which is interesting. Makes you wonder if you could build some kind of astrological predictive nonsense around the phases of an yolk.
Condiments like mountains on a distant shore, rising about the ocean of newspaper.
I always like to peek through the hatch into the kitchen. It's a cafe-type Narnia. And its a place where real work happens, like the engine room of a submarine.
This is my friend Malcolm. Eating his toast.